Disclosure Hp belongs to Jkr. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux

a/n This is a new chapter. Part I and II are together.

New Steps

Lucius called her, "Come here, my love." He opened his arms, Hermione moved into them.

They kissed at the same time. Lucius' tongue searched for hers, hungrily chasing hers. His hands moved along Hermione's body, and she pressed against him. She felt his hard aroused sex against her belly. But both knew anyone could come along. He stopped first and held her head against his chest.

Lucius lowered his face onto her head. Her hair was soft and fragrant of wild herbs, he breathed her deeply.

"My Ermi, I missed you so much. I have been afraid you would never talk to me again."

"I missed you, as well. I wish I could tell you much." Hermione looked up, Serge stood on Lucius' head. It held on a strand of his hair for support.

"Serge is perched on your head," she chuckled.

"Ah, he is yours? He is a beauty, so tiny. He likes hair."

"Yes, he is mine, a present," she didn't say from whom.

"Let's walk. Maybe we can find a quieter place." Lucius wanted to kiss her and maybe more. But he wasn't going to rush her.

Albus saw them walking, holding to each other's waists. He wanted Lucius with Narcissa, and it wasn't looking that way.

Bella's redemption- Interlude

Cygnus, Druella, and Abraxas went to the place where the Blacks had spent the holidays. They planned to look around see if they could find a clue since Wallburga had gone there with Bella. They knew someone there had their grandchild.

They arrived at a nearly empty house. A vacation home owned by a common friend from the Blacks and the Lestrange.

"Let's walk, several magical families are living in this area." Druella walked between her two lovers. When the girls were married, they planned to bond three ways. Here, away from everyone, they walked like lovers.

"I wish we could be together all the time. We miss you," Cygnus told Abraxas.

"Not as much as I do. I never told you, but when Lucius was five, he wanted me to marry Druella and send his mother away. He said that he had seen me kissing the two of you, and he would like two daddies." Abraxas told them.

"Maybe we should leave and do it. As soon as our children are married." Druella proposed.

"We will see," Abraxas saw a group of women walking their children. He didn't want to wait, what was the sense. He had talked to Lucius, and he agreed.

Druella froze, "There," she couldn't say more.

An older woman walked, holding the hand of a little witch. She was one of the estate workers, three boys followed, they were picking up wild berries, mushrooms, and herbs.

Druella was beyond angry at Wallburga's cruelty, Bella had to see her little child at least once per year.

Cygnus had seen the same, a replica of Bella at her age. They hadn't seen her before because they were not paying attention. The only difference was the coloring, blue-eyed, and ginger hair.

Druella shook her hands to let go of the wizards' arms and went to the child. The witch saw them, and she paled. She looked nothing like the child, olive-colored skin, dark straight hair, green eyes. The other children looked like her.

She turned around and rushed the children to follow her.

The tall wizards reached her before she got too far.

"Stop, we need to talk to you." Abraxas reached the witch and stopped in front of them.

"Sir, please, I am working, collecting for the meal today." She looked very nervous, looking around. Some distant fieldworkers stopped what they were doing to watch.

Druella reached her and crouched in front of the little witch, her eyes filled with tears. The little witch looked at her and stretched her hand, "'Purty' lady," to touch Druella's face. Druella held the grubby little hand against her cheek.

"You are prettier, what is your name, darling?"

"Bea, but my name is longer, Beatice." Bea moved closer to Druella.

Druella couldn't believe Wallburga, she was beyond mean. She looked at the mother, "Who picked her name, don't lie. You shouldn't have this child. Whoever gave her to you had no right. Was it Mrs. Black?"

"My lady, I will lose my job. We need my work, please don't ask." The witch was nervous, looking around.

"Cygnus, darling, please check her," Druella asked.

"Darling, may I?" Cygnus asked, his voice trembling when he looked at his grandchild. His grandchild living a hard life, it made his insides ache; they would have figure out a way to keep her. Cygnus wanted a little blood from her. "It won't hurt, I promise you."

The little witch nodded. Cygnus pulled his wand and took out a vial out his robe. He conjured a small knife, collected a couple drops from each Bea, Druella, and himself, and dropped them in the vial. Then he shook it, then touched it with his wand, and whispered a charm.

A scroll fell on the ground. Abraxas picked it up and gave it to Druella. Her expression was fierce, Abraxas could see angry magic all around her.

"I am taking my grandchild, I will talk to Mrs. Black. We will take her, don't try to fight us."

The witch was afraid, "I will lose my job. She has been with me since my daughter left last year."

"Your daughter was raising her?"

"Yes, but there were problems with her husband."

The idea of the grandchild being abandoned twice made them angry.

Abraxas pulled a large pouch full of Galleons. "Here, you will have more than enough for a few years and then some."

"Darling, do you want to come with us? It is a long story, but we are your family."

"Are you my mommy?"

"No, but I know her."

Cygnus picked up the tiny witch. He kissed her a couple of times and held her very tight. They readied to leave. The little witch was napping in seconds, she was exhausted, it made them angrier. Wallburga would pay this time.

"Arthur Weasley, a blood traitor. Bella was fourteen, no wonder she is worse than ever. We need to see him; he must marry her, let's find him." Druella urged.

"He is married, has a child. But Bella needs a husband." Cygnus remarked.

"One of the Prewett twins? They have the right look. I will talk to them." Abraxas offered. "The little one can stay at my home in the meanwhile. I will enjoy her around."

Druella didn't want to let go, she couldn't get enough of Bea.

"Should we confront Wallburga?" Cygnus asked Abraxas.

"No, I believe it is best if she doesn't know right away."

That same day Cygnus went to see Albus, "I need to take Bella out. I don't want to elaborate, but my wife needs her. Now, stop trying to see inside my head. I will report you to the MoM."

"This is most irregular, it will cause d..."

Cygnus didn't allow him to continue, "She is my child, bring her to me."

Albus knew how powerful Cygnus was; it wasn't worth to fight. But he had a bad feeling, what was going on? Albus didn't like it. When had all this started?

One hour earlier, the Prewett twins had received a scroll. They went to meet Abraxas, secretly. They met in the house used by Lucius before.

"I have a question, is either one of you interested in Bellatrix Black?

Fabian blushed, "Why?'

"Before I answer, I must know. Tell me first, are you interested, I mean interested in Bella?

Fabian answered, "Yes, I am."

"Gideon, please go back to Hogwarts, thanks for coming." Abraxas wanted to talk to Fabian alone.

As soon as Gideon left, Abraxas told him, "Bella had a child, we need her to marry. You gave the right answer. It is your choice, but if you want to marry her, we will make it happen."

"Why me?"

"The child could have been yours."

Fabian remembered Molly crying over Arthur; she said that he loved someone else. Not that he cared, it was Arthur's problem, his loss. Fabian made up his mind. He didn't care about the scandal, a small price to pay.

"Will she marry me? If she accepts me, I am in." Fabian couldn't believe the last days; maybe this wasn't real. Perhaps he had an accident while playing Quidditch. Their life had been trying since their father died. All these good things couldn't be happening, not all at once.

Bella was angry, "Why did you take me out. I had plans today."

Cygnus told her, "Your plans have changed. Perhaps you will like where we are going."

Bella detected something different on her father, his voice was softer, like he liked her. Her father had asked her to change her uniform, to dress nicely.

They went to Malfoy Manor, Druella had been shopping for Bea. Bea, a sweet little witch, had taken to Druella at once. Druella wanted to keep her, it was a case of mutual love. She told Bea that her mommy was coming and dressed her in fancy witch's robes. The elves were happy, a child to love.

Cygnus and Bella waited in the library, Bella felt nervous. There was a feeling of expectation all around her. She heard a very young child's voice. "Is that my mommy?"

Bella stood up to look. She was speechless, her body visibly shaking.

"You know?" She asked her parents.

"Yes," both answered. "Why didn't you trust me?" Druella asked. "Why, Wallburga? She has a hard heart." Nobody paying attention at Bea listening carefully.

"I didn't, someone told her. He is poor," Bella answered her eyes were stuck to her daughter, not quite sure what to do.

"Ah, poor and a Blood Traitor."

"Yes," Bella realized they knew much.

The little witch asked Bella again, "Are you, my mommy?"

Bella felt strange, love dissipated much of her darkness, it was unusual. Since Arthur abandoned her, she hadn't felt like this.

"Yes, yes, I am." Bella moved next to Bea and went on her knees.

Bea hugged Bella, "My mommy, you are my mommy. You are very purty," Bea touched Bella's cheek.

Cygnus and Druella dried their tears.

Bella breathed Bea's sweet scent and covered her face with kisses, she kept saying, "My baby." She sat on the floor with Bea on her lap. Bea played with her hair, and kissed her as well, giggling.

"Mommy, you stay wif me?" Bella couldn't get enough of hearing Bea call her mommy.

Bella didn't want to go back to Hogwarts, she wanted to stay, she looked up to her parents.

"Not now, darling, Mommy has to go back, but she will be back. You need to lay down for a nap." Druella said and left with a crying Bea. She came back after a minute or so.

"Bella, we must talk. You will need to marry, we can make you want your baby."

Bella nodded, "You don't need to, I want her," she was vulnerable and would do as she was told. "But is married, he abandoned me." Her lip trembled, it still hurt.

"He didn't abandon you, he was afraid, threatened with Azkaban. Your aunt Wallburga was behind it. We know he is married, Arthur Weasley, but a husband needs to look like her."

Bella's heart hurt less, knowing that she had not been abandoned, but she had let Aunt Wallburga control her.

"Mr. Malfoy has proposed a candidate, he is suitable, you will see."

Abraxas came in with a flustered and nervous Fabian. He had changed; he wore Abraxas semi-formal robes. They were fitted to him. He was one of the best looking wizards in Hogwarts, Bella knew it.

Fabian waited to be greeted, he was about to faint. They were introduced and were left alone.

Both were tongue-tied. For Fabian, this was a dream come true. Bella was beautiful, the most beautiful of witches, Fabian thought. He could only hope. "Hi," he greeted her.

"Hi," she answered softly. Her hands were on her lap.

He sat close to her, the closer he had ever been. He could feel her warmth, smell her perfume.

"You know, I mean, do you know I have a daughter?"

"Yes, I've been told. It doesn't matter, I love children. Particularly a child of yours."

This was a first, a shy Bella who wanted her daughter more than anything ever; all her wicked plans forgotten. Fabian looked beautiful. She had seen him before, no wonder that Cissy liked his twin. He was easy on the eye.

"I am wealthy. My brother and I own a Manor. I want to marry you and take care of yourself and your child. I mean, our child."

"Will you?"

"Yes, if you marry me, Bellatrix Black. But it has to be secret, Albus cannot know, not yet. I don't trust him. What is her name?"

"Bea," she hadn't asked if it were a nickname.

"Ah, I like it. Will you marry me, Bellatrix Black." He pulled out one the Prewett rings.

"Before I accept, you must know something first." Bella stopped him.

"What?"

"Your sister's husband is the father," her eyes shone with tears, it still hurt. With the tears, more darkness ran out of her body. "That could be a..."

He stopped her, "Shh, don't, you are wrong; she is mine. Don't you remember? Why didn't you tell me? We were young, but we could have found a way." He grinned, holding her hand. His heart about to explode.

"Of course I remember, "she smiled, "Yes, Fabian Prewett, I want to marry you."

He held her and kissed her lips softly. His first kiss, he had loved her since the moment he saw her.

They married that same evening in the Manor's chapel. It was a short ceremony, Bella wore Druella's wedding gown, Fabian thought she had to be the most beautiful bride ever. Cygnus and Druella were happy to see Bella's change. Cygnus held a sleepy Bea.

Fabian was elated. He was sorry Gideon wasn't there, but they would have a bigger wedding later on. Fabian picked Bea up after the wedding.

"You are with my mommy?" Bea asked, touching Fabian's hair while looking at her own.

Everyone liked his repose, "Uh uhu, yes. I am also with you, I am lucky to have such a pretty little witch."

Bella seemed changed. She stood by Fabian, holding his hand. She cried, having to leave Bea behind, but it wouldn't be for long.

Albus didn't like looking at Bella the next day. She was smiling and had seen her talking to the Prewett twins. When had that happened?

That night, Albus scried and saw a pregnant Bella holding the hands of a young witch, and a little wizard's smaller chubby hand. They were at the Prewett Manor, Arthur Weasley took her hand. There were others, then all went blank.

Albus screamed angrily. Something happened, he needed to check on Arthur Weasley. The next morning, he made an excuse and went to the MoM.

Arthur was forthcoming, he had not seen Bella. He didn't add that he loved her and always would. But Albus already knew that.

"If you leave Molly, I will tell everyone, about you and Bella, she will be ruined."

Arthur filled with anger, "Stay away from me, bastard. Now I know, you were the one who told Wallburga Black. I hope you go to hell. I will never lift a finger to help you again."

He loved Molly, but would never be the same. He also loved his son and the one coming. He just wished to meet his child, and that Bella wouldn't hate him; Arthur knew that he had broken her heart; it made him very sad.

Bella got sick the next day, her parents wanted to take care of her at home; the sickness was a lie. Druella had charmed to fake a sickness. They moved into Malfoy Manor, it would be safer, no unwanted visitors. Fabian came to visit nearly daily. He would leave Hogwarts after classes, and Gideon would pretend to be him. Gideon didn't know everything, it was safer for everyone.

"Are you my daddy? We have the same hair," Bea sat on Fabian, "my mommy told me I got losted."

Fabian hugged her, "Yes, I am your daddy. We lost you, and now we found you."

"I love you, my daddy," Bea smooched Fabian, her lips stained with chocolate.

"I love you too, my baby, my Bea," Fabian smiled when Bea rubbed their noses together. Bella's smile was luminous. She liked him, though they were still just friends, she could see herself loving him.

When Bella came back, Albus called her. What had happened? In only ten days, she was someone else, the demon or the sickness had left her, but not her magic. "Stay away from me, I know what you did. I won't forget, let me be. My parents know, tell whoever you wish."

Days after the wedding, Wallburga had a visitor, the Dark Lord. He didn't sit, "If you interfere in your niece's life, you are forfeiting your life."

Wallburga stuttered, "Which niece?"

The Dark Lord answered, "Any of them, stay away from Bella, Narcissa, and Andromeda. Orion has been warned. He said he would leave you if you did. If you communicate with Albus, you are as good as dead."

Wallburga listened, somehow. She needed to go and check the brat. No Blood-Traitors in her family, never, she thought. She should have gotten rid of the child, if not for the unbreakable. Maybe she could still get rid of the brat.